誓い - ᴏᴀᴛʜ

ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ 脅威

I was sitting in the backseat with a gun pointed to my side, it felt like I was never going to escape this... whatever it is, it wasn't just a horrible nightmare, it was something serious happening and I couldn't stop it.

I didn't know why I was held captive against my well. It was true I was a golden girl who been raised in the posh side of Seoul, I didn't have to face the dark side of this city until I was forced to, maybe dad was right I didn't have to chase the traces of 'him' I didn't have to be in this territory looking for the remains. I didn't have to be stubborn, of course, I wasn't going to look for trouble but that never guaranteed the troubles from looking for me. Maybe if I wasn't so caught up on being moron then I wouldn't have to pay for being one.

The car was parked front a building in one of the neighbourhoods nothing seemed weird about it from the outside: "Come on!" The man with the gun pushed me out of the car, I looked around when the other held my right arm. I realized that it was probably a motel, or staying for people who couldn't afford to live in houses. I could see a man smoking in the yard nodding toward one of two with his tired eyes, another sharing a drink with someone else near the small fire they fed in the yard seeking the warmth of it. I could see a kid playing with a pocket knife, a woman who tried miserably to gather the laundry before they blazed by the bonfire. I saw people who generally looked poor and suffering their ill-being, people I could never meet on my daily trip to my work or to my flat, they and I had different lives, different sides of Seoul and different things to worry about. At that moment I didn't think they and I actually shared something in common.

"Move!" The man with the gun forced me to the stairs, I didn't make eye contact with anybody, I didn't know why I felt too small compared to them. Was it my fear of getting hurt by them? Probably. But something more held me, something I couldn't identify.

I was led to one of the flats, the door had two men who stood by the door guns were hidden under their shirts ready to be gripped if any complication arouses in hand. As I walked through the door I could hear shrieking, I could see people standing in there barely holding to their equanimity as they looked toward a particular room where the sound came from.

"I'll tell RM." One of the two men announced before he left, I looked to the smaller man with the gun, he seemed to lose his anger to something else. He seemed concerned about what we heard it was a cry of piercing pain making it's a way through the thin walls. A cry that made me lose the righteousness of thoughts, I was worried about the guy who pleaded to be helped but no one was doing anything.

The man from earlier walked toward us before he said: "Follow me!"

I walked when the other followed us before he was stooped: "RM asked for you to stay out of the room."

"Is this some sort of a joke to you? I have to be inside with him!" The shorter guy spoke.

"I'm sorry, I know you want to be there but you'll have to talk to RM."

I didn't say much as I followed him, I could hear someone talking inside, his voice was shaking and barely audible. The room revealed as the door was opened, it was dark only a lamp near the wall was turned on. I could see a boy almost in his 19 layings on the mattress in the middle of the room, he seemed unconscious another was sitting right beside him holding a towel and adding pressure to his bleeding wound, he seemed badly injured and in horrible pain.

"You need to take him to the hospital," I spoke to the older boy who looked at the guy with the gun.

"She's the doctor." He said when I turned to look at him: "I can't help him, you have to take him to the hospital!" I couldn't believe that they probably just wanted me to help him.

"Eunji-..." I heard Namjoon before I saw him walking through the door, he seemed like he been through war, blood covered his shirt his skin had traces of dried blood on the sides and I had a hard time believing that it was really him.